A Smothering Mother
Copyright© 2026 by TheNovleist2000
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Melissa sits on her son's face to abort a panic attack.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Humiliation Anal Sex First
It was Sunday, and Melissa wasn’t in church. Instead, she was sprawled in her son’s bed, surrounded by takeout boxes and empty cola cans, watching him play computer games. How long is he going to keep playing? she wondered, tugging down her top as it kept rising above her belly button.
Nothing sexual had happened between them since the blow job last evening, but Junior had insisted they spend the day together, and Melissa couldn’t pretend she wasn’t excited at the prospect.
She’d gotten up early, taken a long shower and done her make up before choosing a short pleated skirt and a long-sleeved top for the day. She omitted a bra, her breasts stretching the fabric taut, but her panties were modest, as she was still ashamed that Junior had caught her wearing a thong last time.
He must’ve thought she was a slut for it, Melissa concluded, and her cheeks still flushed whenever she imagined him seeing the thong buried between her ass cheeks as she leaned down and sucked his cock.
“Why don’t we go out?” Melissa asked, staring at her son’s back as he spoke into the mic on his headset. She’d been observing him for a while now, hoping he might eventually come over to the bed and spend some time with her. Maybe he’d kiss her, she thought. Or they could just cuddle. Maybe he’d even ask for a blowjob--though she’d already told herself she wouldn’t give in so easily this time. After all, it had been his idea that she spent the day in his room instead of going out with her friends.
“Let’s go to the mall,” she said again, this time a little bit louder.
“Melissa, shut up,” he replied, spinning his chair around. “Don’t you see I’m talking?” He then pointed at his mic, as if she was supposed to understand everything from that gesture alone.
Melissa sat bolt upright, slightly annoyed that he would address her by her first name. Maybe she was giving him everything he wanted, she thought. And that was spoiling him. Perhaps things had gone far enough, and it would be best to wrap things up now before he got comfortable treating her that way.
As her maternal instinct kicked in and she was about to reprimand him, he spoke into the mic. “Melissa?” he chuckled, apparently replying to whoever was on the other side. “That’s my girlfriend,” he said, simultaneously mouthing to her, “Sorry, Mom.”
Then, it hit her. He must have been ashamed to let people know that he was playing games with his mother by his side, and the knowledge that she was something to be ashamed about stung more than she expected.
On the other hand, girlfriend? she thought, and a small smile appeared on her face. That was something he was proud to have around, and if staying close to him meant being his girl, she thought she could play that role.
She climbed down from the bed, and to his pleasure, she straddled his lap, knees on either side, her hands wrapping around his chest. “Girlfriend?” she whispered. “I thought you were single.”
He laughed, pulling her in for a kiss before speaking into the mic again. He chatted with his online buddies for a while, leaving Melissa longing for more, before adding, “They don’t believe you. They want to hear your voice.”
Melissa’s heart raced. Thoughts rushed to her head now. Would they believe it if they actually heard her? What if they questioned her age when they heard her voice? Would they ever find out she was his mom?
As she wrestled with those thoughts, Junior took off the headset and put it on her with a mischivous grin. “Go on,” he said. “Say something. Prove it.”
Melissa’s fingers hovered over the mic, her heart hammering in her chest. She took a shaky breath, trying to steady her voice. “Hi ... I’m Melissa,” she whispered, barely audible at first.
“Say it a bit louder,” Junior urged, leaning closer, his grin widening as Melissa noticed.
Melissa swallowed, then spoke again, this time more clearly, the words carrying a mixture of nervousness and daring. “Hi, I’m Melissa.”
The sound of laughter and surprised chatter came from the other end of the call. Melissa’s cheeks flushed, but a small thrill ran through her. She was his girlfriend now--not just in their secret little world, but to those strangers online as well.
As she pressed her face against his chest, her hands wrapped around his back, Junior spun the chair around and went back to his game. He kept the headphones on her for a while, letting her listen to the teasing and admiring comments of his buddies.
Then he took them back, speaking into his mic. Melissa couldn’t make out much of their conversation because his heart was pounding so fast beneath her cheek that it drowned out everything else. But from the scraps she caught, it seemed the discussion had moved back to the game.
Oh! She loved being this close to him, she thought, a peaceful warmth settling in her heart.
But that peace didn’t last long.
As Melissa tightened her hug, settling deeper into his lap and trying to find a comfortable position, she felt his cock. It was rock hard underneath his shorts and pressed against her cunt, the fabrics remaining the only barriers between them.
Melissa’s breaths came faster.
Every time he typed on the keyboard or slammed his hand on the desk, the chair shook, and Melissa could feel his cock slamming against her cunt.
One time, she moaned slightly, cheeks flushed, biting her lip in shame as Junior looked down and met her gaze.
“Yeah,” he said, chuckling into his mic. “She just did that.” And as Melissa listened, he added. “She is on my lap.”
Melissa could only look at him in shame. She’d just moaned on her son’s lap, and his online buddies were curious about it.
“They want to hear it again?” he said, his voice commanding, as if he was the one calling the shots now.
Melissa bit her lip harder, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. “Please,” she whispered. “Don’t make me do this.”
But Junior was stubborn. He grabbed her waist and pressed her down on his cock, making her gasp and moan. “Oh--mmm!”
He laughed, and she was sure the others were snickering, probably finding her predicament amusing.
He did it again.
“Oh--ugh--mmph!”
And again.
“Ah--mmph ... please!”
Melissa squirmed on his lap, giggling, trying to get away, but he held her down tightly. “Come on, don’t be feisty.”
“Josh ... please,” she begged, still giggling, not even aware that she was calling him Josh now. “You are killing me.”
“Josh?” he whispered. “I like that.” Then he planted a kiss on her cheek in reward, before covering the microphone with his hand to whisper, “Call me that from now on, Mom.”
Junior’s laughter resumed as Melissa listened to him, replying to them.
“They say you gotta lose something,” he said, sliding her closer. “If you don’t want to entertain them.”
“What?” Melissa whispered, her voice smaller than she expected.
“Moan, or take something off,” he said. “Your top or your skirt.”
Melissa’s face burned with heat as she went through the mental exercise of staying on her son’s lap, wearing only her panties below or topless with her tits exposed. The alternative was to indulge a group of strangers with their perverted requests, for she knew they wouldn’t stop at moans and would make her perform all sorts of sex noises in front of her son.
Finally, she made the decision. She got off his lap, and with downcast eyes, she unzipped her skirt. She could hear his giggles and laughs as he fooled around with them, telling them that she had eventually made her mind.
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